[Norm enters Cheers with a small bird perched on his finger]
Norm: This is that bar that I was telling you about. These people sit in here night after night, wasting their lives away. But, no, don't hate them. Pity them, as I do. You see, they're chained here, unable to soar free like you and me. [goes outside] Soar, little guy, soar.
Sam: You want to sit down and have a beer or something?
Norm: Oh, no. No time for that. I just stopped in to say goodbye. You see, I'm sailing for Bora Bora.
Sam: Bora Bora?
Norm: Yeah. Ever since I was a boy, the South Pacific has been calling, "Come to me, Norm. This is where you belong." I've always ignored that call, till now. So I'm going to go to the beach and build a hut, send for Vera, and live there the rest of our lives.
Sam: Isn't that nice?
Norm: Yeah, I booked passage on one of those cargo ships where you just work light duties. We shove off at midnight, so...